RISK:er
The comfort coming from my left wrist made it rain and I laughed

It’s not that I simply want to die
A jack-knife turning my pain into peace of mind
It’s not that I want someone to understand
It’s not that I want someone to notice

Something’s closing in on me again
it’s the impulse to reject everything and anything

A jack-knife clinging to my “loneliness”
It’s not that I’m just getting used to the pain
It’s not because I’m carrying everything on my shoulders
I can’t rely on people
1st. The first time… trembling hands: Movements of desire
2nd. Extending the knife in your hand again: Movements of impulse
3rd. Crying while wanting to escape: Libido
2 hours of obtaining rest

RISK:er
I cried
Warped World
I direct my fangs to my wrist again
Wrist cut
Pain
Doubt
Tears
I’m made to forget about all of them

psychiatric disorder

Wrist cut
Broken
It’s not like that
I don’t get it
I still remember
Closing my eyes a bit when feeling exhausted
Waiting for the next morning